as you may or may not know, i'm playing shows again,
finally have a manager, so this might work..

anyway, i really wanna play "caramia"

but i cant remember all the words..

does anyone have that song?

keyke.is @ gmail.com

so juniper is finally with me on the upper east side... wish us luck

Host: keyke / kipp nyc
Type: Music/Arts - Concert

Date: Friday, October 30, 2009
Time: 6:30pm - 9:30pm
Location: pianos
Street: 158 Ludlow St
City/Town: New York, NY

more info:::: 646.544.1958

wherrrre???

its totally impossible to practice am radio without getting angry

opinions on napster vs metalica please!

i don't quiver with excitement at the thought of driving to jersey every weekend.
i do it because it makes my boy happy.
honestly all it makes me is tense.. because that's all he becomes when we go up there.

" i just want this to be..."

" this was supposed to be..."

" i was just trying to ..."

this is hell. all fucking summer long.

i played last night.
it was really great.

my mom and i have been having the same dreams.
i like when stuff like that happens.
it reassures me of my gut instincts

I CANT FIND FANTASTIC SHIT HOLE!!!!!!

post if you can

treat me nicely.

iS heartless piece of shit.


it breaks my heart

so i said, "ok we can be friends"

cuz boys don't turn evil, until they turn ten.

what the hell song should i play tonight?

once upon a time,
i was nothing like you.
thought that explained why,
i seemed so aloof.

i handled every day,
interactions with you weirdos,
as i were a fish,
and you were all legos (or Winnebagos)

you found me offensive,
but wanted to be friends.
i found you tired and not clever,
so thats what i said.


so here are your names,
on apology stationary,
signed insencerely,
by my attempt to keep harmony.

but read the fine print,
you have 6 to 8 weeks,
to respond explaining why,
you're all such friggen sheep.

how many songs can you sing along to zan-ho-zay by freddie king?!


:)

i love this shit!!!!

hehehehe

Subject: how i feel about what sharks watched.
Time: 7:10 am.

YOU CAN'T DO THAT WITH SOMEONE YOU DON'T LOVE!!!!!!



the whole world can be pretty horrific sometimes.
i came to a point where i stopped expecting much from anyone.
using someone's emotions to your advantage and getting blow jobs and or sex out of doing so,
is really not that rare.
a lot of guy's are sleezy and gross, a lot of girls are lonely.
the more time goes by, it seems like people are growing down, and getting more
twisted and creepy, but i'm used to it, for the general population at least.

i did put you on a pedistool, the kind where i didn't expect that from you.
i am so hurt, my mind is so blown, i just want to erase it all.

people are so dark inside.

my latest goal is to know what i'm ok with and what i'm not.

i'm not ok with continuing a friendship with someone who jerks off to
child pornography.

"you're more like a soft, eye-catching caterpillar, tired from evading hungry beaks, inching along, in search of the nourishment you'll need to build your cocoon, and later emerge anew, with breathtaking wings instead of so many many feet that could use a lotta rest and a little rub, and not to mention an extensive belly that seems to be taking forever to fil"

i got this, really beautiful e-mail from an old friend.

it was sweet and acknowledging of a softer past.

it made me cry, and i wrote back asking for his number.

but he didn't respond.

don't fucking tease me.

he is nonchalantly owner,
of the best boy in the world honer.
he's awkward and clever,
like sincerity with a stutter.

i saw the most violent fight

this sounds real fucked up, but could anyone hack into my yahoo account for me?

it's very very common for me
to be wandering, sort of stumbling through out my day,
and i begin a song that matches me footsteps
and it strings along through my every movement.

my favorite ones are when i'm met with silence,
they're vivid and long, and sometimes they have accents,
stories as loud as my freight train like dreams,
keeping me company inside m brain

its not on purpose
but it should be
cuz if my head stops the circus
of creativity

i would get lonnnnnnely.

ok so i was googling myself for some info to send a young man i may be doing a project with and i found

this

and thought it was sweet..

and made me believe in the music fairie god mother a little more,
because this is exactly the day i would have needed a little reassurance.

on another note,

my Phalaenopsis Hybrid Orchid
is dying.

any green thumbs out there?

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oh hey also i wanted to say,

whoever wrote This

i was mad rude, sorry.

My heart, breaks, on a regular
It feels like heavy liquid weights running from my chest through my legs and arms.
I love, in a sea sick empathetic humble way
Puking tears over the bow and looking back at a crowd that will never recipicate.

So I will hide underneath, your computer desk, with the lights turned down,
And it makes me even more depressed when I realize I really don’t want to be found.
I know you want to help, to say you helped, me beat something,
But when I'm all by myself, these days I feel much less lonely.

You’re love, is an umbrella that you carry when the sun is out.
You don’t really use it, but you sort of got used to it, so you look a little silly when you’re walking around.

i've been sweet, patient and polite
but you've pushed me to where i draw a line
and now that we're on the other side
i can snap and say i'm pretty sure you're out of your mind.

you're all so sweet, potentially that is
but with souls so weak, it makes me kinda sick
i'm starting to see that encouraging you to bloom
is like planting and watering a lost east river boot.

I know the passage that was taken from; Twain was lashing out against
the moral folk of his time who looked down on him for spending large
amounts of money on drinking, smoking, and gambling.

He goes on to say "All the use that money can be put to is to purchase
comfort and enjoyment in this life; therefore, as you are an enemy to
comfort and enjoyment, where is the use of accumulating cash?"

And continues with "What is the use of your saving money that is so
utterly worthless to you? In a word, why don't you go off somewhere and
die, and not be always trying to seduce people into becoming as "ornery"
and unlovable as you are yourselves, by your villainous "moral
statistics"?"

So I think he meant what he said when he said he doesn't have confidence
in someone who doesn't enjoy life (have vices). I mean, whether or not I
agree with him is one thing, but I do like -edited for my own reasons-

You have a large and delicious brain :) I love you.


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see! i knew it!
it's been annoying me so much,
this quote has been recently spouted about like it's the cure for any conversation,
and every time i hear it i'm like,
"yo that just sounds like a person with enough vocabulary and understanding of people to make it
sound knowledgeable, saying, 'eff you tight-#ss! i'm havin fun'."

aparently mark twaine once said,
somethin along the lines of
a man with no vices has nothing to fall back from.

well then,
mark twaine just like every other man on this planet, said something really, really dumb.


no, here it is, i looked it up:


"I have not a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming vices. "

he didn't even get the chance to say that he meant "a man who cannot realize his own vices"
i have to think that's what he meant, otherwise it'll keep bothering me..,

i hope when i die nobody runs around quoting all the dumb things i said.

ps, i don't want your opinion.